The Night

The night crawled in,
Hooded, tiptoed,
Crimson colored sky,bade goodbye, 
Surrendering to the wheel of time, 
Spinning yards of tales, 
Untold,in the darkness of hell,
A laughter,a tear,
Love, betrayal, 
Friendship, hatred, 
Dotted here and there, 
Numerous events,
Beaded into the same string, 
By the thread called - Spell , omnipresent never ending! 

PC: A Friend

Another Chapter in the Diary of Life

The journey had just begun

Daylight was the only companion

Treading across the serpentine road

Garlanding the mountain terrain

The weather made a sudden turn

Fog enveloped the environ

Cloaking everything in a mysterious cape

Hinting at imminent danger ahead

Visibility died an early death

Leaving a trail of obliviousness

Felt a chill run down the spine

As an owl hooted at a distant pine

The coldness grew with each passing step,

Could feel the icy grip of the breeze

Fossilizing   the senses,

Tried to speed up, but in vain

My tired feet stopped listening to my brain,

A swerving curve lay ahead

Limitless darkness stretched unabated

The silence was unbearable,

Eerie, formidable,

Skipped a beat, my heart,

When a pair of gleaming yellow eyes

Emerged from the misty cavern,

‘Twas the headlight of the missed bus!

Now sitting in the comfort of the Tavern,            

A little overwhelmed at  the recent events,

But , said the mind,

Somewhere down the line

Will recollect with a smile

And fill the pages of the diary of life

Enlisting this as another memorable experience!

PC: A Friend

Confluence

Rough, stoic, cruel,

Stands solitary,

Weather beaten, still unparalleled,

A mystery- that man,

Difficult to understand,

Like a rock,

Standing tall- ages and ages hence,

Withstanding numerous storms,

Brought forth by hell,

Unbroken , determined to excel,

A stern face, lined with experience,

Steel grey eyes,

That spoke a million emotions,

In silence,

A sudden beam of sunlight!

The bundle of delight- his grandchild,

Infused spirit in the stony fort,

Like tiny flowers blossoming,

In the background of moss covered mount,

Laughter echoed far and wide,

The deep voice mingled with jubilant giggles,

The stooping silhouette,

Merged with the little frame,

Hand in hand they walked,

Lost in time,

Slowly vanished from sight,

Becoming one with the misty night!

PC: A friend